Almost forgetting the time due to your excitement, you realized that you were about to be late for work. Lacking the time to fully prepare yourself, you quickly threw on some clean clothes and tossed yourself into your piece of junk you called a car, as you drove off.
Ideas and fantasies overwhelmed you as you hastily approached your workplace. Fidgeting in your seat as you grew restless and impatient. You'd park your car at the parking lot as you rushed out, and quickly went inside the building. Marveling at the possibilities around you, today was going to be the best day ever, as you were currently employed at...
Bootyful Beauties.
The local all-female fitness center was a central hub for bubble-reared and scantily clad women to reinforce their swamp ass. Working as a fitness coach, you loved every moment of it as you oogled at all the thick reared women exercise and wobble their meat. Having to lie on your job application about your sexual orientation, you were swiftly hired, as they didn't see any harm in allowing a "gay" dude getting close and physical with their customers, and as it was made public inside the building, the customers seemed strangely more relaxed and open towards you as a result.
The Taco Shack.
Being a janitor was probably not the most glamorous job, but you never complained. Suprised by your effortless and swift employment into the small fast food restaurant, you realized only a few minutes into your first day why they never managed to fill the position.
The place was a litteral dump, plain and simple. As the owner was never really too bothered with the lack of hygeine inside her joint, and neither were her customers. The combination of gas inducing food and vile, disgusting pigs that visited, pretty much eliminated any effort you put in to actually cleaning the place. You loved it though, the potent fumes of booty belches that never seemed to vanish, as their explosive flatulence had burried itself deep into the fabric of the cushions. You could only laugh at the only bathroom that existed in here. The toilet had been utterly beaten and abused by the horde of frenzied women, as any attempt you could make to actually clean that sloppy warzone would be absolutely futile. Something that always perplexed you, was a specific hanger by the entrance, cluttered with various underwear in all shapes and sizes. Apparently these were "Loaner" ones for those who didn't want to annihilate their own. As the janitor, you always arrived 30 minutes before everyone else. But doing actual janitor chores wasn't something you had planned for the day.
Poolside Chilli Cook-off.
As a personal party planner, you were eager about your new assignment. Apparently a disgustingly rich latina family was having a chili cook-off at their mansion, where they planned on inviting their extended family and large circle of friends. As you arrived to discuss the assignment, you happened to catch her while she was trying on her two piece swimsuit. As your jaw flung ajar once you saw the uneartly large rear prancing around in a disturbingly small outfit, with her bottoms being completely devoured by her gluttonous buttcrack. As you followed her inside, you were absolutely mesmerized by the violent wobbling of her buttmeat as it rocked back and forth. threatening to devour your face if you got too close. Fumbling with her phone, she accidentally dropped it as she let out a slight sigh and bent over to pick it up. Positioned dead ahead, her buttmeat gaped wide open as you had a clear view of the buttfloss of her bottoms being tormented by her hungry asshole, as part of the swimsuit had actually been inserted into the munching pucker. After a somewhat uneventful discussion about your job, with her expressing complete confidence in your skills and granting you full authority of every detail for the party. You clearly remembered the last few words she said. "Oh yeah, you probably don't want to be here during the party though. As none of us can really handle the chilli." She giggled as she smacked her rear. "But, you know, tradition is tradition, I guess."
You couldn't believe it. An entire mansion of huge assed women with the most pathetic excuse of "swimwear" was going to be completely gorge on food they couldn't handle. And as the party planner, you had complete control over everything
Reader's Choice / More Options.
In case you're not all that into the butt related scenarios.
Screw Work.
You just gained the ability to transform to anything at will. Why in the actual phuck would you waste your first day with this power at work? Surely there was something much, much more exciting you could be doing today. But what...?
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